He had dreamt about it being real for years. What it would be like to be at the mercy of a dominant giantess. But the Tiny learned quickly that a giantess who's also a Dominatrix doesn't conform to wishes. Used by her in ways that made him feel so emasculated and reduced to a mear, helpless plaything that he too, forgot he was a man.
With a flick of my wrist, I plucked him from the floor like a stray crumb and set him on the table—its surface cold and unforgiving. My lacquered fingernail hovered over him, casting a shadow that swallowed his world whole. “All you have to do is breathe,” I commanded, and he gasped instinctively. The pad of my index finger pressed down slowly, pinning his body flat against the wood until his chest heaved for air. His pathetic squirming only fueled my amusement. “Isn't this what you wanted? To be under a Goddess’s whim?” I purred, easing the pressure just enough to let him whimper.
"Now I want to show you one of my tools." From the shadows of my desk, I retrieved the tool—a long multi wooden cane, its polished surface glinting like a weapon of war. To me, it was a mere accessory. Just another toy in my toy box. To him, it was a monstrous implement of terror.
*Shout-out to @Tinypirate88 for the edits*
Giantess Stephanie Mason’s Tiny Toy
2025-04-14 12:49:04 +0000 UTC